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The Mascot 



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ELDRIDGE ENTERTAINMENT HOUSE 

Franklin, Ohio 



THE MASCOT 



A Play in Three Acts 



By Robert Campbell. 



Copyright, 1915, Eldridge Entertainment House. 



PUBLISHED BY 

Eldridge Entertainment House, 

FRANKLIN, OHIO. 



CAST OF CHARACTERS 

Robert Lee Pinkney, a Freshman from South Carolina. 
Vance Mason (Orpheus) , Leader of the Orchestra. / 

Charlie Evans, a Glee Club Man. \Jb ^ 

Reginald De Qnincy (Spider), a Sophomore. ^\ ^ Kj* 
Fred Hunter, Captain of the Football Team. y V\ 

John Wesley Morris (Deacon), Manager of the Club. 
Three College Boys. 
Hozcard Harrison, the Mascot, a Second Year Prep. 

Place — Clinton College. 

Time — From the opening of school to Thanksgiving. 

Time in representation — One hour. 

NOTE — Mason, Evans and the three other college 
boys should all be men who can sing. There is an op- 
portunity to work in a quartette. 



COSTUMES AND PERSONALITIES 

Pinkney — Rather small, quick-tempered, talks with 
strong southern accent. Act I — Dressed in a somewhat 
"back-woodsy" costume, in contrast to other college boys. 
Act II — Quite well dressed, college style. Act III — Red 
jersey, black trousers. May wear coat sweater in Scene 2. 
Mason Evans and other College Boys — Acts I and II — 
Well dressed in campus style. May wear jerseys or flan- 
nel shirts. Act III — Night shirts over other clothing; 
school caps. 

De Qnincy — Fat, very lazy, fond of eating. Act I — 
Fairly well dressed in street clothes ; hat. Act II — Dress- 
ing gown. Act III — Night Shirt over other clothing. 

Hunter — Act I — Football suit; red sweater with large 
white "C." Act II — Lounging costume; dressing gown, 
etc. Act III — Jersey with letter; dark trousers. 

Morris — Quiet costume. 

Harrison — Very small, quick-witted, impetuous ; a gen- 
eral favorite. Act I — Short trousers ; coat sweater with 
miniature football "C" on left side ; school cap. Act II — 
Soft shirt; no coat; short trousers. Act III — Night shirt 
over other costume. 

^)CI.D 42595 



DEC 2C 1915 TMP92-008794 



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ACT I. 

Time — Opening of the scholastic year; after- 
noon. 

Scene — The study room of De Quincy and 
Harrison. The room has not yet been put in 
order. Harrison and De Quincy discovered 
carrying in the latter s trunk. De Quincy is 
nearly overcome by his struggle up the stairs. 

Har. Well, come on, Spider; don't get the idea into 
your bean that this is a funeral procession. 

De Q. Well {puff) its no track meet, by cricky, and 
{puff) its my trunk, and I'm going to take as much time 
as I want to. {Sits down upon trunk and wipes face.) 
It's a blooming shame there's no elevator in this place. 
I'd about as soon crawl up a fire escape as those pesky 
stairs. If I'd known that I'd have to take a room on the 
third floor of this blessed beanery I'd have tried to get 
board out in town again. 

Har. And if I had known that that freak of a deacon 
was going to make me room with a cross between a baby 
hippopotamus and a feather bed, I certainly would have 
persuaded my grandfather to send me to another school. 

De Q. I can assure you that you don't regret the ex- 
ceedingly deplorable fact of our rooming together any 
more than I do. If there is anything I enjoy on this ter- 
restrial sphere it's peace and quietude, and from what I 
saw of you last year I don't think I'll have either. 

Har. {Aside.) I don't think so myself. 

De Q. If I keep on having this bad luck like I have 
been having so far this year I shall not last through the 
term, I declare I shall not. First, my landlady out in 
town tells me that, considering the fact that I jarred all 
the plastering off the downstairs ceiling when I mistook 



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the church bell for the fire alarm last year, she will have 
to ask me to board elsewhere. And when I apply for 
rooms here at the club, this sainted apostle of a deacon 
tells me that all the rooms are taken except one on the 
third floor with you, and he feels sure our relations will 
be most congenial. Sufferin' ancestors of Moses, I won- 
der what he thinks I am. 

Har. My dear Spider, keep your hair on. You've no 
idea what an angel of a chap you've got for a roommate ; 
and fat boys always were my special pets, — they're so 
nice to stick pins in. 

De Q. You onery little villain, if I ever catch you 
trying to stick a pin in me, I'll — I'll — 

Har. No, Spider, my son, you won't do anything of 
the kind. You'll bear it like the little martyr that you 
are. But don't worry; I shan't bother you for a while 
yet anyway. Football practice began yesterday and I'll 
have to be down on the field every minute. Oh, I won- 
der what kind of a team we'll have this year. Spider, if 
we lack line material I'm going to tell the captain to try 
you out. You won't star on sensational runs, I'll admit, 
but you ought to be able to stop a hole anyhow. 

De Q. Football! ! Me play football? Never would I 
risk my life in such a brutal and disgraceful game. 

Har. {Punching De Q.) You great big lubber. You've 
got about as much school spirit as a sea cow," and your 
backbone is nothing but a stick of macaroni. Get off that 
trunk and help me put this room to rights. What have 
you got in there anyhow — anything that's fit to put up? 
(Opens trunk.) Gee-hoshaphat ! Spider, you are an 
angel ; you're a regular little cherub. Say, this cake looks 
good; slightly mashed, but no matter. And we'd better 
eat these bananas up right away before they spoil. We 
can leave the apples and nuts for awhile. Spider, you'll 
get your reward in the next world. (Eats.) 

De Q. Well, it's a cinch I'll never get it here. 

Har. (Calmly.) True, Spider, very true. 



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{Enter Evans and Mason, R., the latter strumming 
guitar or violin.) 

Har. Hello, fellows, have some refreshments. Mr. 
De Quincy here, in accordance with his natural generos- 
ity is putting out to the crowd. 

De Q. {Ruefully aside). And I wanted that stuff to 
last till Thanksgiving. 

{Enter other glee club boys, R.) 

Har. Come in fellows. We are a little torn up here 
for social' functions at present, but distribute yourselves 
as advantageously as possible. Spider {taking him by 
the ear) get up and let Mr. Mason have that chair. Have 
you no idea at all of your social duties? {Spider goes 
mournfully off and sits on the floor.) 

Mas. No, thank you, I'd rather stand up ; can play 
better. 

Har. Oh can you? Perhaps it's just as well. {Takes 
chair himself.) What sort of a glee club will you have 
this year, Charlie ? Why, all of you fellows are glee club 
men, aren't you? We'll just let you put on a little stunt 
for our mutual edification. (Stands on chair and strikes 
posture.) Ladies and gentlemen — It affords me pecu- 
liar pleasure upon this most' auspicious occasion to pre- 
sent to you a fragment of the Clinton College Glee Club. 
Authorities differ, but the general consensus of opinion 
is that this is the most superior organization of its kind 
upon the American platform today. Prof. Vance Mason, 
with his troupe of talented vocalists will now sing to us. 

Mas. Gee. Mascot, you ought to go along as our 
manager. What do you want us to sing? 

Har. Oh, I don't give a rap ; anything that's got a 
good swing to it. 

Mas. How will this do? 

(The boys sing some characteristic college song, Ma- 
son accompanying.) 

De Q. Well, I want to ask right here if this is a sam- 
ple of the noise we've got to put up with all year long. 



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Evans, Noise? Why, Spider, where's your sense of 
musical appreciation? Do you think you can improve 
on our performance? 

De Q. Can I? Well, I should hope so. 

Evans. Honest, Spider, can you sing? 

Others. Come on, Spider, give us one. 

De Q. I used to be considered one of the best singers 
in Jonesburg. Took lessons for nearly two months, so 
you see I ought to be pretty good. But I don't sing no 
more since I got so fleshy. 

Evans. Well, give us a sample of what you used to do. 

All. That's a good boy, Spider, come on. 

Mas. Yes, what do you w r ant to sing? I'll accom- 
pany you. 

De Q. "Old Black Joe" used to be a favorite of mine. 

Mas. (Striking chord.) All right, let 'er go. 

(De Q. sings abominably, and the boys go through all 
sorts of contortions.) 

Har. (Grabbing De Q. and shaking him.) Reginald 
De Quincy, if you ever feel a spell like that coming on 
again don't hesitate to tell us, and we'll excuse you to go 
to the coal cellar. But if you put on such a perform- 
ance as that up here in this room again, I'll — I'll take 
you out on the gridiron and make the whole first team 
run over you. 

(Knock at door. Enter Morris with Pinkney, R. Lat- 
ter carries suitcase.) 

Mor. Good evening, gentlemen; I have here a pleas- 
ant little surprise for you. 

Har. (Disgustedly.) Is that it? Don't keep us in 
suspense. 

Mor. This is Mr. Robert Lee Pinkney, of Jacksonville, 
South Carolina. He came too late to get a room, and 
the dormitory is so crowded that we'll have to stay three 
in a suite for awhile. I brought Mr. Pinkney up here to 
you because I knew you were such good hospitable fel- 



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lows, and ready to welcome any stranger in a strange 
land. I wish I had more time to talk with you, but I'm 
very busy, so good evening. 

{Exit R.) 

De Q. Oh heavens, who would ever have thought I'd 
be a matron in a foundling asylum? 

Pink. (Grabbing De Q. by collar.) See here, sir, I'll 
have you understand that if you don't want me to room 
up here, say so, and I surely won't stay. And further- 
more, if I do stay, I won't need you for a nurse because 
men in my country are able to take care of themselves. 

Har. (Admiringly.) Bully for you, old man; shake. 
Of course we'll keep you. Harrison is my name. I'd 
introduce you to the rest of the fellows, but you'll learn 
them pretty soon anyway. 

(Enter Hunter, R., with football.) 

All. Hello, old fellow ; how are you, old man, etc. 

Hun. How do you guys feel after vacation; like you 
were going to clean up this year? What have you been 
doing this summer? 

Evans. Stayed out on a farm the whole blessed time, 
and the only singing I got to do was at night in oppo- 
sition to the frogs. 

Har. Oh Fred, what do you suppose grandfather 
promised me this year? 

Hun. Can't imagine, youngster; what is it, a trip to 
Europe or a good licking if you don't get better grades ? 

Har. He told me that if I'd make "A" in math the 
first quarter he'd send me a motorcycle. What do you 
think of that? 

Hun. The old gentleman was gambling on a safe 
proposition, wasn't he? 

Har. No, sir; you just watch your uncle William. 
I'm going to get that motorcycle if I have to bust some- 
thing to do it. 

Mas. What's the prospect for a team this year, Hun- 
ter? 



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Hun. Oh, I don't know. To tell you the truth, I'm 
afraid it's sort o' punk. Fm not worrying about my 
line, for there are plenty of big, husky fellows on the 
campus that ought to be able to stop a freight train. The 
back field's shaky, but I think one or two of last year's 
seconds will show up pretty well there. It's the ends 
I'm worried about. Wheeler is a pretty good man, just 
an average player, though ; but who we'll put on the 
other end is what's got me. I thought once of trying 
Saunders, but — . 

Har. Saunders couldn't stop a baby carriage on level 
ground. 

Hun. Yes, that's so, too. Then I thought of Stark, 
but it takes him five minutes to get started, and when 
he does get to going he couldn't dodge a telephone pole 
to save his neck. Goodness knows what I'll do. Wait 
for Providence to send somebody, I guess. (Notices 
Pinkney.) Hello, where did you find this? 

Har. Captain Hunter, this is Mr. Robert Lee Pink- 
ney, lately from the wilds of South Carolina. In spite 
of a little latent pugnacity Mr. Pinkney is a very admir- 
able little chap. 

Hun. (Looking him over.) Ever play football? 

Pink. No sir. 

Hun. Ever see a football? 

Pink. No sir. 

Har. (Aside.) Hopeless. 

Hun. (Jams football into Pinkney's stomach.) Well, 
there's a football; think you could handle it? 

Pink. I don't know, sir, but I reckon I could. I can 
carry two watermelons at once. 

Hun. Pretty good preliminary training all right. Let's 
see how you manage it. (The two pass the ball.) Well, 
you're awful small, but come on down to the field. We'll 
need a bunch of fellows on the scrub team. 

(Exeunt Hun. and Pink. R.) 
Har. I'll bet Mr. Robert Lee Pinkney either kills 



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somebody down there, or gets brought back feet first. 
And, Spider, if you ever feel tempted to indulge in any 
disparaging remarks about our new roommate, kindly 
conquer the temptation, 'cause Pink is going to be a 
friend of mine. 



/ 



CURTAIN. 



ACT II. 

Time — Evening, two zveeks before Thanks- 
giving. 

Scene — Same as Act I, except that the room 
is now in order. Pink, and Harrison discovered 
studying. 

Har. Do you know 7 , Pink, Fm getting sort o' wor- 
ried about Spider. 

Pink. Worried about him; what's the matter? 

Har. Oh, he's getting so pale and thin. Why he 
weighed the other day, and didn't weigh but 217 pounds. 
I believe the poor boy needs something to sort of stir 
him up. You know 7 it has been awfully dull around 
here lately. 

Pink. No I hadn't noticed it. Been too busy. Say, 
be still while I get this Latin. 

Har. {After a few minutes.) Say, Pink. (No re- 
ply.) Pink. 

Pink. Look here, Mascot, if you don't let me study 
I won't show you how to make that tackle I promised 
you. 

Har. But listen just a little, Pink. You take physi- 
ology, don't you ? 

Pink. (Abstractedly). Uh huh. 

(Har. goes over and whispers in Pink's ear.) 

Pink. (Very much surprised.) What in the name of 
Daniel Boone do you want with that thing? (More 

whispering.) 



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Har. Do you suppose he'll let us have it? 

Pink. Oh, I guess so; he likes me pretty well. 

Har. Then you'll get it for me, won't you ? 

Pink. I've got an engagement at eight and it's nearly 
seven now. 

Har. Please do, Pink. You'll just about have time to 
fix it up. Go on, I've put the fellows next. 

Pink. Well, I guess we'd better not disappoint them. 

(Exit R.) 

Har. "Got an engagement." I wonder what that en- 
gagement is. He's having these engagements too often 
to suit me. That makes three this w r eek. Well, I've got 
to go and finish fixing Spider's little surprise for him. 

(Exit R. Enter De Q.\ L.) 

De Q. Oh gee, I guess I'll have to study a little 
(Yawns and stretches himself.) And I'm sort o' sleepy, 
too. I don't see what we have to study for anyhow. 
Wonder what I'd better do first. Let's see. Here's an 
essay I've got to have for literary society. I wrote it 
on temperence; wonder how it sounds. (Reads.) "Look 
not on the wine when it is red," saith the Good Book. 
What is the primal curse of our land today? What is 
it that is the wrecker of homes and the breaker of hap- 
piness ? What is it that makes our young men pale, ener- 
vated and weak? 

Har. (Who has entered R. at the beginning of the 
last sentence.) Club House grub! Cut such bursts of 
eloquence, Spider ; they are unseemly on your part. 

(Enter Hunter, R.) 

Htm. Have you fellows got the correct time ? My old 
alarm clock has gone back on me and -my watch is down 
at the jeweler's. 

Har. Yes, it's — (all lights go out). Well what do 
you think of that ! I wonder what's the matter. 

Hun. Can't imagine. Wait till I go see. 






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(Exit R.) 

De Q. Oh dear I wish the lights would come back on. 
It seems so sort o' creepy without them. 

Har. They'll be on in a minute. Gee, I've got to 
grind tonight. 

(Enter Hunter, R.) 

Hun. The Deacon says the main wire has been broken 
and it probably won't be fixed for several hours. What 
the mischief are we going to do ; sit around in Egyptian 
darkness ? 

De Q. I've got a little old lamp here that we some- 
times heat things on. 

Hun. For the love of Moses trot it out, it's better than 
nothing. 

(The lamp is produced and lighted.) 

(Enter Mason and Evans, R.) 

Evans. Hello. You fellows got a light? You're that 
much better off than we are. 

Har. Sit down, fellows. We'll deposit this little bea- 
con in the middle of the table, thuswise, and lo, it giveth 
light to all the third floor. 

Mas. By the way, where is Pink tonight ? 

De Q. I don't know; he chased off somewhere. 

Har. He said he had an engagement. I don't like it 
one bit. He won't even tell me where he's gone. 

Evans. I'll tell you what's the matter ; he's in love. 

All. In love! 

Evans. Fact. He's in love with that little Martin girl 
that lives over on Benton Avenue. 

Hun. How do you know? 

Evans. I work a good deal at the florist's,, you know, 
and he is always sending her flowers, and they say he 
puts out just bushels of candy too. 

De Q. Maybe that's the cause of the last seventeen 



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new ties he bought ; but why don't he ever take her any- 
where ? 

Evans. I don't know ; can't get up the courage, I guess. 
They say he's sure dead gone on that girl though. 

Har. I don't believe it. He's got more sense than to 
fall in love. Besides, he would tell me. Why all he 
cares for is football. 

Mas. Well, did you ever see anybody take to football 
like he did? I firmly believe he won that last game for 
us. 

Hun. Yes sir, and two months ago that boy didn't 
know a football from a balloon. I found him up here 
in the Mascot's room one afternoon at the opening of 
school and looked him over. We needed some men on 
the scrub team, so I towed Mr. Pinkney down to the 
field with me and turned him over to Jones, who's coach- 
ing the scrubs, you know. Jones stuck him on one of 
the ends, and told him to stop any fellow that was com- 
ing his way and carrying the ball. Pink must have taken 
him awful seriously, for along about the second or third 
signal I called a quarter-back run around his end. About 
the time I got to going good that little son-of-a-gun got 
by my interference and hit me the hardest tackle I ever 
got in my life. That surprised me» some, so I sent a 
half-back around Pink's end and he got dumped about 
like I did. And don't you know we never did put a suc- 
cessful play by him the whole afternoon. This kind of 
thing went on for about a week, Pink absorbing football 
knowledge all the time like a sponge takes up water, un- 
til I finally had him transferred to the first team. And 
he's been the star ever since. He is simply a born foot- 
ball player. Wait till you see him in that Thanksgiv- 
ing game ; he'll win it for us, just watch him. 

Mas. He certainly is some football player. Isn't it 
quiet in the dorm tonight. Wonder where all the fel- 
lows are. 

Hun. Probably since the lights went out they went to 
town to see some of the out-in-town kids. Say, I bet 



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this old barn is good and lonesome when all the fellows 
are gone. 

Evans. Lonesome, I should say it is. I stayed here 
all by myself one Christmas, and I nearly turned gray- 
headed before school opened again. You can hear more 
funny noises around here at night and I tell you it's 
positively spooky. 

Mas. Did you ever hear what they found when they 
dug for the foundation of this building? 

All. No, what was it? 

Mas. Well, I was talking with old Prof. Porter one 
day, and he said the workmen found two skeletons. They 
were in an awful shape, he said. One of them had the 
other by the throat, and the one that was being choked 
had his hand on a knife that was between the other 
skeleton's ribs. It was supposed that one man had stran- 
gled another, and the dying man stabbed his murderer, 
and dirt and stuff washed in and buried them. Pleasant 
thing to be living on top of, isn't it? 

Har. Uh ! And they say that the spirit never quite 
leaves a skeleton till the bones are all rotted. 

Evans. Reminds me of a little experience I had once. 

All. Tell us about it. 

Evans. One night on a dare I went to stay in an old 
graveyard. Nobody knows how long the old place had 
been deserted. I hung round till the moon came out, 
when all at once I noticed something shining under a 
bush. I walked over and kicked it and a skull rolled out. 
You bet I beat it. 

(De Quincy becomes more and more excited and 
scared.) 

Hun. Sort o' like a thing that happened to me once. 
It was while I was living at Melbourne. You know 
there is a big medical college located there. One night 
one of the students who was doing a little janitor work 
came to me and wanted me to stay all night with him 
in the laboratory. He said something had been going 
wrong there, and he wanted to find out what it was. I 



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stayed, but I tell you I didn't like it one bit. They had 
skeletons all around the wall in glass cases, and stiffs 
lying on the tables, and the odor was something fierce. 
Along about midnight when everything was so quiet you 
could have heard a pin drop, there — . (Heavy knock at 
door.) 

Har. Come. 

(Enter a drayman ivith box, R.) 

Dray. Is this where Mr. De Quincy rooms ? 

De Q. (Trembling violently.) Yes; Fm the fellow. 

Dray. Here's a box for you. 

De Q. (Joyfully.) It's my Thanksgiving box. I 
knew it was about time for it to get here. Gee, but I'm 
glad to see it. 

Hun. (Rising and yawning.) Well, it's time all train- 
ing men were in bed. 

Evans. Let's beat it up town, Vance. 

Har. Let me get my cap and I'll go with you. 

De Q. Don't you fellows want to stay and see what's 
in my box? 

Har. No, you'll get more fun opening it by yourself. 

(Exeunt all but De Q. y R.) 

(As De Q. is opening the box the boys slip back and 
stand crowded in the door. De Q. pulls an object rolled 
in paper from the box, unrolls it, and reveals a skull. He 
drops it with a yell and falls to his knees with clasped 
hands. The boys are convulsed with silent laughter.) 

QUICK CURTAIN. 






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ACT III. 

Scene I. 

Time — Afternoon of day following Act II. 

Scene — Same as Acts I and II. 

(Enter Harrison, wildly waving paper.) 

Har. Wow ! Who said I wasn't some mathematician ! 
Math. 92. What do you think of that? Prof. Greene 
said, "Mr. Harrison, I am delighted to see that you are 
improving so." I said, "Yessum, so am I." Watch me 
hit Grandad for that motorcycle. (Sits down and writes; 
reads.) "Dear Grandad, made 92 in math. Send motor- 
cycle by return mail/' I calculate that will fetch him. 
Now Til send this off right away. Oh, where's an en- 
velope? I wonder if Pink has one in this box. (Finds 
girl's picture.) Well what do you think of that? That 
little Martin girl's picture. So he is in love sure enough. 
(Steps approaching.) Gee, there's Pink now. If he 
finds me with this — . (Hides behind sofa.) 

(Enter Pink, R.) 

Pink. So the jig's up. Money all gone, $75 in debt, 
and all bills due. What on earth shall I do? Oh, why 
was I, why am I such a fool about that girl? I didn't 
know I was spending all this on her, though. Here's a 
florist's bill of $33.50; a confectioner's bill of $17.95; a 
bill from the clothing store ; a bill from everywhere, it 
seems to me, and I haven't a cent, not a red cent in the 
world. (Pause.) Oh, it was a fool's trick, and I'm the 
fool. (Pause.) And yet it w r as worth it, by George it 
was. I believe in my soul that little girl loves me, and 
if she does — . Well, there's nothing to do but to go 
back to the farm and go to work. No Thanksgiving 
game for me. Lord, how I hate to miss it. (Starts to 
pack tip, then stops.) Oh, I can pack up tonight. I'll 
go down for one last look at the old team, and I'll leave 
on the afternoon train tomorrow. 

(Exit, R.) 

Har. Well — what — do — vou — know—about — that ? $75 



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in the hole and deeper than that in love. Goodness knows 
one's bad enough, but both together must be fierce. By 
George, I don't see how a man can be such a fool as to 
fall in love. Now I've never been in love in my life, and 
I know I've had just as good a chance as anybody. And 
Pink said he had to go home. If he goes we will lose 
that Thanksgiving game sure, I just know we will. What 
the mischief can we do ? He's so blooming proud that he 
wouldn't take money even if we could scrape it up. 
(Pause, takes letter from pocket, reads it and slowly tears 
it up.) By George, Pink's going to stay here and win 
that game. 

CURTAIN. 



(This scene may be lengthened by introducing the 
quartette or a glee club at this point. The boys can rush 
in and ask Harrison to hear them try a new song, etc.) 

Scene II. 

Time — Night after Thanksgiving game. 

Scene — Same as Scene I. 

(Enter Har. with drum after leading night-shirt pa- 
rade.) 

Har. Well, it's all over ; 6 to 12 in our favor, and Pink 
made the last touchdown. I never saw such playing as 
he did. Gee, but I'm tired. Leading night-shirt parades 
sure is work. I wonder how long before Pink will be 
in. (Lies on sofa and goes to sleep.) 

(Enter Pink, R.) 

Pink. Well, we've won and I've done my duty to the 
college. I guess the fellow that sent me that $200 is 
satisfied now. I wonder who the Dickens he could be, 
and how he discovered I was busted. I'll find out some 
day, and the thing for me to do now is to go home and 
make enough to pay it back. Huh, here's the kid tired 
to death from leading that parade. He sure has been 



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loyal today. The little beggar is sound asleep. Well, 
here goes for packing up. 

Har. (Stirring in his sleep.) Won — 6-12 — worth it. 
Pink had to have money to stay or lose game. 

Pink. What's that? (Goes over and kneels by Har- 
rison's side.) 

Har. Dear Grandfather, made 92 in math. Send Pink 
motorcycle money. 

Pink. What? So you sacrificed your motorcycle rather 
than have me out of the game. Well, you are a mascot 
worth having. This celebration isn't over yet by a long 
shot. (Starts for door and meets De Q., Hun., Mas., 
Evans, and other college boys coming in, all talking ex- 
citedly. ) 

Hun. And you say the Mascot gave Pink his motor- 
cycle money? 

De Q. Yes, I caught him writing the letter to Pink 
and he made me promise not to tell till after the game. 
I told him he was a little fool, but he would do it. 

Hun. Well what do you think of that for pure out and 
out loyalty? I wonder — why here he is now, asleep. 
Here, youngster, wake up. Say, Mr. Howard Harrison, 
Mascot, do you know what you have done? 

Har. (Sleepily.) No, no; what's the matter? 

Hun. Youngster, you've done the biggest thing that's 
ever happened in Clinton College. You've won the game 
and the state championship for us just as much as if you 
had made the touchdown, and if your name isn't in every 
paper reporting the game I never hope to play again. 

Har. Spider, did you let it out? 

Pink. You told me in your sleep a moment ago. And 
I want to say right now, Mascot, that you did a bigger 
thing than win a football game. You saved me the dis- 
grace of going home with unpaid bills. But don't think 
I'm not going to pay you back. I'm going home tomor- 
row and work till I get the money, then I'll — . 

Har. Oh, Pink, please don't go. Why — why just 



18 The Mascot 

think of leaving me up here all by myself with Spider, 
and nobody to talk to, and nobody to have any fun with, 
and — and I don't need the motorcycle, and — oh, you 
won't go and leave me, will you, Pink? 

De Q. No, don't go, Pink, 'cause if you do this little 
brat will be all the time picking on me. 

Evans. Of course you won't go. The Mascot's motor- 
cycle money was a pure gift to the college, and he ought 
to have the say in this matter. 

Har. And look here at the letter I got from Grandad 
today, Pink. He says, "Dear Howard : I sent the money 
as you requested instead of the motorcycle. I can't un- 
derstand your attitude in sacrificing your machine in 
order that your football hero may stay in college, but I 
am not at all angry. If the fellow is a good end he 
ought to be in school." — You know Grandad is nearly 
as big a football crank as I am; used to play when he 
was a boy. — "Tell him to come home with you next sum- 
mer, and I'll give him a good job. Also tell him that I 
don't blame him for falling in love with a pretty girl, 
but to court her in a more economical fashion." Won't 
you, Pink? 

Pink. Mascot, you are a regular trump. I don't know 
whether it's right or not, but I'll go with you, and in the 
future I won't be such a fool about girls. In the mean- 
time and for evermore, (shaking hands) I'm certainly 
proud to call you my friend. 

Him. What's the matter with the Mascot, the biggest 
man on the team? 

All. He's all right. 

Hun. Who's all right? 

AIL Mascot. Rah! Rah! Rah! 
Rah ! Rah ! Rah ! 
Rah! Rah! Rah! 
MASCOT! ! 

CURTAIN. 



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